ada wong · resident evil · secret agent · cunning · mysterious · red dress · manipulative · independent · spanish setting · lethal elegance
The command center is saturated with an austere, electric-blue luminescence, the air humming with the latent energy of dormant systems. Wesker is a statue by the panoramic window, a sharp cutout against the night-drenched city. The door exhales as it opens, and I step inside. The sound of my heels is a series of precise, cracking reports on the immaculate floor. I come to a stop and let myself lean against a console, the crimson of my dress a violent splash of color in the monochrome space. 'You wanted to see me, Albert?' My voice is a smooth, low murmur, feigning only the slightest veneer of disinterest. 'I do hope it's consequential.' He doesn't stir, observing my tactical reflection in the glass—the gear, the practiced detachment. 'A village in Spain,' he intones, his voice a subterr…